Ribs crack and flowers grow
Life, rising up from death
as easily as day from night
We are all wild flowers
who have no contract
with the word
and who pay no regard
but who whip and whirl
with the wind
staying rooted
yearning for more
Sometimes loosing petals
sometimes blowing away completely
We are our own collateral damage
lost to the universe, lost to the stars
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Ribs crack and flowers grow
Life, rising up from death
as easily as day from night
We are all wild flowers
who have no contract
with the word
and who pay no regard
but who whip and whirl
with the wind
staying rooted
yearning for more
Sometimes loosing petals
sometimes blowing away completely
We are our own collateral damage
lost to the universe, lost to the stars
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